Even if some of the more discerning people in the Jianghu could see the falsehoods in it, who knew what the story would become once the news spread?
As falsehoods passed from mouth to mouth, the truth would long since have been twisted beyond recognition. Yang Hengchang could imagine that his reputation would probably be utterly ruined now-ruined at the Saber King's hands, and even more so at Huang Xiao's. Though the few words Huang Xiao had spoken before leaving could not kill, to Yang Hengchang, they were a hundred times more vicious than ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That lad certainly has some ideas," Wang Jiu said with a chuckle after hearing this.
He had not intended to kill Yang Hengchang and the others this time, but the repercussions might prove even more effective than killing them himself. Dragging the Sword Pavilion's name through the mud and bringing shame upon it was also his aim.
"Aren't you crawling out yet? Or do you want me to do it myself?" Wang Jiu's smile faded as he spoke coldly.
Yang Hengchang was still struggling inwardly. Crawling out would be an unspeakable humiliation.
A quarter of an hour after Huang Xiao left the Drunken Immortal Wine Shop, as everyone waited with anxious curiosity, Yang Hengchang and the others finally walked out.
"They really came out?"
"I wonder how they got out?"
Yang Hengchang's expression was dark. Coupled with the injuries he had suffered from the Saber King's palm strike, he looked truly awful.
He swept his gaze over the Jianghu people around him and said coldly, "Kill!"
Hearing this, the Sword Pavilion members behind him charged into the crowd without hesitation.
"Run! That old bastard's flown into a rage! He must have crawled out!" The surrounding Jianghu